The Danube is not blue, as Karl Isador Beck calls it in the lines which suggested to Strauss the fetching, mendacious title to his waltz.
On television not long ago, a fellow leered out at me, a violin propped under his chin. The cameras pulled back on grand buildings and lawns, all bathed in lurid blue light. The print onscreen announced we were about to hear the Blue Danube Waltz by Johann Strauss II. The creator of this catastrophe was André Rieu, who’s made it his business to conduct an orchestra that plays nothing but The Waltz.